Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from San Marino and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Trojans to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Monks. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
The Remains,
Negative Approach,
OOIOO,
Lyres,
Anakelly,
The Doors,
Sarah Menescal,
Pantytec,
Minutemen,
Alice Coltrane,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Wolf Eyes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Standells,
cv313,
World's Most,
Jacques Brel,
Newcleus,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
In Retrospect,
Sandy B,
The Modern Lovers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Don Cherry,
Avey Tare,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Alton Ellis,
Jerry's Kids,
Erykah Badu,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
One Last Wish,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Shuggie Otis,
Harmonia,
Nico,
Prince Buster,
Ice-T,
Marvin Gaye,
Hot Snakes,
Underground Resistance,
Glenn Branca,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
June of 44,
Delta 5,
The Red Krayola,
Toni Rubio,
Lucky Dragons,
Neil Young,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ohio Players,
Crooked Eye,
The Beau Brummels,
Saccharine Trust,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Pretty Things,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Gladiators,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.